There is to be heard
A soft cry through the night
it belongs to a girl no more than 5
she got lost in the market on this cold winter night
her mother lost from her sight
losing her mind she runs to the door
only to find no one she's looking for
'where oh where could thy mother be
if only she was looking for me'
her pink blanket flowing in the breeze
her dirty white teddy never will be free'd
the tears have left a trail of cold
and her sorrow soon becomes more
she's left on her own nobody paying mind
to the little girl lost never meant to find
a hand on her shoulder has her looking up
into a stranger man's eyes
A soft voice escaping his lips
soothing her cries
it seemed important to listen to his words
time stood yet she heard no sound
his mouth moving
furrow in his brows
' are you my daddy please oh please '
my mommy has left me be '
Her face tells him the story of what has come to pass
the bruise on her arm
the dirt on her bare feet
the torn night dress barely keeping her warm
He takes off his jacket and wraps her in
' you'll be safe little one '
she drifts away in this strange man's arms
holding the little girl who should have been lost.
